Imagine Romane & Geschichten

“How on earth am I supposed to do the impossible?” ```

he asked. For a long time, no one answered. Luke smiled. “Ryan.” He called and I shook my head, pretending to know nothing. “Well that is disappointing, I heard you are the best here,” he said mockingly. “You heard wrong, sir,” I replied dismissively. “Indeed.” He answered. “But you better step up, we don't keep useless people in the Hunter group.” He paused before adding “This is Imagination unbound. A concept I have found quite interesting lately, this was designed by a caged bird that wished to go out and see the world. What is a better way to live a dream than to live in a tree house?”

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution. Secondly, Creature is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain long-standing institutions (like the Royal Opera House and Bolshoi Ballet) are mentioned, but the characters involved are completely imaginary. . ｡༶・° T E R M I N O L O G Y °・༶ ｡.

Slamet looks confused by the pose Varet made. “You’ll see,” Varet said. Varet was concentrating and suddenly those cassava roots lifted to the sky and flew to the basket next to Slamet. Slamet was shocked by seeing what just happened. “Can this power realize our dream?” Varet asked. “Wh... What was that??” Slamet was still shocked. “Let’s call it Doki-Doki. A power focused on one’s imagination.” Varet replied. “What’s imagination?” Slamet looked confused.

“I got it, what next?” “Now, it should come naturally to you, pour your shard energy into the image in your mind.” What is that supposed to mean? I try to visualise the shard as the crystal I saw the first time, I imagine it exuding a bright blue light that seeped into the katana. Nothing. “Um, X? It’s not working...” I open my eyes to find out that’s not true. In front of me is a glowing blue blade, exactly the way I imagined it, except it wasn’t glowing. “Impressive, you actually got it on your first try” X holds my shoulder. “It’s called a thought construct, imagination given form by your shard energy. Pretty cool right?”

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the Gatekeeper said. "I want you to imagine the life that you want, the life that you dream of. What do you want for yourself? How do you want your future to look?" I closed my eyes, and I began to imagine my future. I saw myself living in a beautiful home, surrounded by people I loved. I saw myself doing work that I was passionate about, and I saw myself making a difference in the world. I saw myself happy, healthy, and content. And I realized that the future I wanted was within my reach.